I took my son in for braces today. This is his second go around with braces, same orthodontist. Only this time, there is around 60 pounds less of me.
This orthodontists office is the office of skinny chairs. They are all so stylish, yet so.... thin. I would always opt to sit on the love seat in the waiting room when I brought my son in, and I would cringe if it was not available and I'd be forced to squeeze myself in to a skinny little chair. Thankfully I fit, but the arms only reminded me, as they squeezed me, of my girth.
I looked forward today's visit, because I was going to sit in the skinny chair and feel the difference! It felt good!
It's still a friggin' skinny little chair, but there was a finger of space between my thighs and the arms.